บท 152: It's not okay even after the 7th day of the 152 funeral!

She looked at Lin Qingmu and immediately started blame shifting right on the spot.

"It's not Tangtang's fault for not saying it earlier, blame your dad if you have to."

Otherwise, they should have known by now.

Lin Lu was speechless: "..." The way you put it, it's like I did it on purpose.

How could the three Lin brothers dare to blame their old man?

They quickly provided a way out for the head of the family.

"It's all because bicycles are just too much fun!"

"Who can stay sober in front of a bicycle?! Totally normal, totally normal!"

"Whether you know early or late, it's all the same, no big deal, no big deal!"

...

Lin Tang didn't know yet that her manuscript had been reported and that the manuscript fee had already been sent, but her dad had forgotten about it.

After she finished delivering glutinous rice dumplings, she was on her way back.

Just as she rounded the corner, passing by the brigade's junkyard, a figure suddenly sprang out.